un: bashful bard of the emboldened flute

[consignation]

[ You know how other people are using the network to disseminate important information? Or to gather data, make connections, organize expeditions?

Well, Jiang Cheng is going to use for something equally important, to him. He is going to use it to complain. ]

I don't know why I agreed to this. I don't know what I expected.

[ No introduction, no context, no real explanation. ]

The Lans are notoriously delicate. Bland diets, soft complexions, their beauty sleep.

Why. Would he even ask for this when he's clearly never stayed up past dusk in his life?!

[ All of this is delivered in a low, hushed, seething whisper.

Then, quieter, to his mystery companion— ]

What does my brother see in you—

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[darkeststars]

[ there's a brief, sharp laugh from the other end of the line. Congrats, Jiang Cheng, not many people can get that out of him. ]

Believe me, you don't want me to be the one to answer that question for you.

And who decided this particular thing was your duty? You yourself? If so then we are back to because you could. If not, I suppose that would make this someone's order? What use is duty that leads you to do something completely useless? If you don't believe anything of worth will come out of your investigation, then hang duty. In any functioning hierarchy one must know when to follow orders, and when to ignore them because they're idiotic. [ dryly again ] I do at least fully believe in the Lan's ability to issue idiotic orders.